Camden sat on the steps, wrapped in her thoughts and emotions, not realizing how long she had been outside. A fine drizzle started to fall and Camden groaned, resting her head on her knees. "All okay here?" she heard Clayton's tired and raspy voice from behind her. She nearly jumped out of her skin and wondered how he had managed to open the door without her hearing. Was she really that lost in thought? "Yeah, I'm fine," she answered as she turned back to face him, flustered by his sudden appearance. "You aren't thinking of running off somewhere, right?" he asked her warily. "No?" Camden responded, puzzled by the question. "Where would I go?" She wondered why he'd think she wanted to leave, though a part of her understood his concern given her history. "Beats me, Cam. I just don't want you running off into danger. We don't know this place," Clayton replied with concern. He was standing in the doorway with a blanket clutched around his shoulders. "Shit, it's cold!" he grumbled to himse
Camden sighed deeply, her breath leaving a misty trail in the cold air. "I want forever too," she whispered, feeling the weight of her emotions and uncertainties. "But before I can even think of forever, I need to get through this Unbonding Ritual," she added, her voice filled with resignation. "Please don't pressure me now, Clayton. I can't give you answers or make commitments while I can't even get my thoughts straight. My mind is a mess," she frowned, feeling overwhelmed by the complexity of her feelings. "I'm with you now, and I want you, but if I'm alone with Matt for 5 minutes, then I want him. I hate this. I always thought the mate bond was such a special thing when I was a kid. I couldn't wait to find my mate, to know that there was someone out there perfect for you and you were destined to be together forever. It sounded like a fairytale to a young, naive little girl. But now I just wish I had my own free will to choose how I want to feel, rather than being compelled by some
Clayton closed the door, a shiver still lingering from the cold outside. Matt looked at him with concern. "She doing okay?" he asked, his voice laced with genuine worry. "She's struggling," Clayton replied with a heavy sigh. "I'm counting the days for this to all be over," Matt admitted somberly, his heart weighed down by the turmoil surrounding them. Clayton nodded in understanding. "I think we all are," he said, acknowledging that they were all trapped in this complicated web of entangled relationships. "This has been a nightmare for all of us," Clayton added, the weariness evident in his voice. He wanted nothing more than to see Camden with that old carefree smile she used to wear. He felt like it was a distant memory now. A myth from a time before.As they stood in the living room, a silence settled between them, heavy with unspoken feelings. Finally, Clayton broke the silence, making an attempt at a truce, which he knew would make Camden happy. "Are you okay?" he asked Matt, thou
Camden emerged from her room wearing a dry hoodie and socks. She only had the one pair of jeans with her though, so she was still wearing those in spite of them being a bit damp from the rain. She felt wholly unprepared for the cold and wet Scottish weather. "You guys ready?" she asked, eager to get going, her mind focused on the promise of warmer clothes. "Yup," Matt replied, standing up and stretching. "Ready," Clayton answered, pulling his jacket on. "So where are we going?" Camden asked, curious about their where they were headed. "The Fox and Ferryman," Clayton said, opening the door and gesturing for her to step through. As she stepped out, Clayton pulled her hood up over her head to shield her from the persistent drizzle. "The Fox and Ferryman?" she repeated, intrigued by the name. She liked foxes, so the name caught her interest. "Yeah. It's not far from here. Only a 10 minute walk or so. There should be a clothing store somewhere in the vicinity, so we'll make a stop as soon
They all headed back to the pub, their appetites eager for food and, of course, Matt and Clayton looking forward to some good local beer. Upon arrival, they were seated at a cozy booth in the back corner, opposite a window that overlooked the tranquil waters and, as luck would have it, the ferry line. Camden took the seat beside Clayton, while Matt settled down opposite them. "I wish we could go on the ferry," Camden sighed, her eyes fixated on the docked boat longingly. "Well, your wish is coming true, because we're going on it tomorrow," Clayton announced as he skimmed through the menu, eager to pick something to eat. "Really?!" Camden exclaimed, excitement bubbling in her voice. "Uh-huh," Clayton affirmed giving her a smile. "We're leaving for Stornoway tomorrow. We need to get to the ferry terminal by 11, so let's try and drink responsibly," he added, looking at Matt with a raised eyebrow."You aren't talking to me, right? Because if my memory serves me correctly, I don't believe
As Camden traced the hand that had gripped her arm, she found herself face to face with a tall, ruggedly handsome man with fiery red hair and a big, shaggy beard. Standing beside him was a slightly shorter man, also with flaming red hair, but he was clean-shaven. Their uncanny resemblance immediately made Camden suspect that they must be brothers. They were both glaring at her with stern expressions when the bearded man pulled her closer so that no one else could hear when he whispered into her ear, "We know what ye are", sending a shiver down her spine. Panic gripped Camden's heart, and she looked around, searching for Matt or Clayton to come to her rescue. "Please, let me go. You're hurting me," Camden pleaded as she tugged her arm back, trying to free herself from his grip. She had hoped that appealing to his compassion might work, but there was no change in his demeanour and his grasp on her didn't slacken in the slightest. "I'm not here to make trouble," she added, hoping that wo
"So I was wondering," Camden began as the server brought yet another round of drinks to the table, "are there any packs in Stornoway? As Clayton said, we're headed there tomorrow, and I'd prefer not to be taken by surprise with more run-ins with the locals," she added with a small smile. "There are nae packs in Stornoway itsel'. Too much o' a townie place, ye ken? But there is a pack in Lewis. Keep tae themselves mostly. They arenae a very big pack but their ties are strong, and they're very traditional," Angus replied before quickly finishing his beer in one go. He looked across the pub towards the bar, raising his empty glass and called out, "Mavis! Bring us a bottle, eh?" he requested with an eager look."Now, folk are always gabbin' about Irish whiskey, but I tell ye, Scottish whisky is like nectar from the gods," he explained with a beaming smile, the excitement evident in his voice. "So, if we wanted to meet this Lewis pack..." Camden continued, but Angus interrupted her. "The G
They came to the gravel road that led to the farmhouse, and Matt decided it would be the perfect time to do an impersonation of Angus. "Say, lass, Camden is a Scottish name. Do ye have a wee bit o' Scottish in ye?" he asked in a perfect imitation of Angus's rough, gravelly voice before switching to a woman's high-pitched voice, "No?" he replied to himself, struggling to hold back his own laughter. Then he switched back to Angus's low drawl again, "Do ye want one?" Camden had a chuckle, but between Clayton and Matt they seemed to think it was the most hilarious thing they had ever heard. They were just about rolling on the floor with laughter, clutching at their sides while Camden looked on, now laughing at their reaction more than at Matt's impersonation. Clayton had tears in his eyes and could barely breathe from laughing so hard. As they headed down the gravel road and were passing the main house, Camden had to shush them multiple times, hoping they wouldn't disturb the owner. "Hold
Matt let out a sigh, wanting to be done with the conversation now. "Just make sure you keep your end of the deal. I'm doing this for Cam... and for what we used to have," he said, his gaze drifting off momentarily as if lost in memories. "You know, I considered going with you, but I know how threatened you feel by me," Matt teased, trying to keep a straight face but unable to do so. Clayton scoffed and chuckled. "I might actually miss you, Matt. Not the part where you trailed after Cam like a lost puppy, or the way you'd watch her move, or the way your hands lingered on her a little too long..." Clayton went on, leaving Matt with a sheepish expression on his face. "But I'll miss you.""God, Clayton, I'm not going to die! Well, actually, I might if they ever find out that I knew about this and never said anything... But let's hope that doesn't happen. Just figure this shit out, okay? If I can help the two of you in any way, let me know, but something tells me this journey doesn't involv
Instead of leading him to the lounge, as Clayton had anticipated, he led him back to the kitchen. The change in setting made the conversation seem more serious. More threatening.Matt took a seat, followed shortly by Clayton, who sat directly opposite him. Matt didn't beat around the bush. "You know I know," he stated. It wasn't a question. Clayton shrugged, seemingly unfazed. Matt sighed before continuing, "Where are you guys going?" he asked, his tone firm and serious. "We don't know yet. We still need to decide. I only just found out about all of this," Clayton replied, feeling a bit annoyed. It was pretty unreasonable of Matt to expect them to already have a plan when he had literally only found out all this life-changing stuff a few minutes ago. He felt like he needed a minute to reflect and to think it all through."Clayton, I'm not fucking around when I say this... If you hurt her, I will fucking end you. We might not be mates anymore, but I still feel responsible for her and p
Camden couldn't help the tiny sob that escaped her lips. To think that Clayton had wondered his whole life whether his parents had loved him broke her heart. Her pregnancy hormones were kicking into overdrive and she could feel that she would start to spiral soon if she didn't regain her focus, so she pressed on, hoping to lighten the situation with a little levity. "Also," she went on, wiping a tear from her eye, "I figured while I was getting the inside scoop on your family history, I'd ask about your real name," she explained. Clayton perked up, very interested to hear what she was about to reveal. "Well, I didn't ask about your first name. I don't know... I felt weird about it. I felt like too much would change if I had to start calling you something else now on top of all this other stuff and I know you as Clayton and it—" she was rambling on when Clayton cut her off. "What is it?" he asked, unable to disguise his curiosity. "Wolfe," she revealed with the tiniest hint of a smile.
Clayton couldn't help the smile that spread across his features. Despite everything Camden was telling him, he couldn't help but feel joy in this one, singular moment.Camden was also wearing a small smile, happy to see his happiness, but simultaneously worried about what the future held for them all."I knew it was a boy," Clayton whispered softly, gazing into Camden's eyes which looked back at him with uncertainty. She nodded. "She said we'll have a girl too. But the girl won't have this... gene, or whatever you call it," Camden replied, sounding a little relieved. Clayton's smile grew even wider and Camden's heart all but burst as she saw his eyes twinkle with excitement at the prospect. "How lucky are we?" he asked, his voice low but filled with anticipation and love. "Well, that has yet to be determined because there are so many things we need to take into consideration here, Clayton," Camden replied, grounding Clayton back in reality. "Like what?" he asked, the momentary high be
Camden followed, trailing behind him as he settled back down at the kitchen table once more. His anger and frustration were all but palpable and Camden felt guilty for having brushed him off and ignored him just now. "How much did you hear?" she asked as she settled back down in her seat. "It doesn't matter. Start from the beginning," he instructed, taking a deep breath as he tried to relax. Camden figured there was no point in trying to sugarcoat things or beat around the bush. It was his truth and he deserved to know. "I told you, I had an... experience. I don't know if it was a vision, or if it was a dream, or if it was something that really happened, just on a different plane of existence. To be honest, I don't want to get too philosophical about it, because it makes me uncomfortable. But I know it happened, and I know it was real because Matt just proved it," Camden explained, fiddling with the sleeve of her wet hoodie. Clayton said nothing, only watching her, waiting for her t
"Sorry... I'm sorry," Clayton immediately apologized, seeing how his reaction had startled Camden. He quickly got up and went to the sink, grabbing a cloth to stop the beer from dripping down onto her lap. "I'm so sorry, babe," he continued to apologize as he soaked up the spilled beer from the table, "I was frustrated. You guys aren't telling me what's going on," he tried to explain, but he knew it was a poor excuse."I need to make a call," Matt announced as he headed out of the kitchen. Light lightening, Camden was up, chasing after him desperately while she left Clayton to mop up his spilled beer and mope as he continued to be ignored."Stop!" she cried, tugging at Matt's arm as she caught up with him in the lounge. "Camden, please... this is hard enough as it is..." he said in a small voice. It was then that she noticed that his eyes were glistening as if he were on the verge of tears. Her anger and panic began to dissipate as he stood in front of her, unmoving."Please..." Camde
"So, when are we leaving?" Matt asked as he stripped off his soaked sweater and pulled a beer out of the fridge. "Want one?" he offered Clayton. "It's not even 6am!" Clayton exclaimed in disbelief. "It's been a rough night," Matt replied with a shrug as he snapped the can open. Clayton regarded him for a moment then relented. "Okay, fine," he agreed, gesturing for a beer from the fridge. Matt smiled and handed him one before taking a long drink of his own.All the while, Camden sat at the kitchen table, fiddling with a pamphlet about the Standing Stones. "You alright?" Clayton asked, resting his hand on her shoulder as he stood behind her. "I dunno..." she admitted, continuing to toy with the pamphlet. "You're soaked, why don't you go take a shower or at least get changed into some dry clothes?" Clayton suggested, brushing a drenched lock of hair behind her ear.She sighed, but made no effort to move, still pressing and folding the paper in front of her. "Baby?" Clayton murmured, brus
"Matt?" Camden whispered, shaking him lightly. He groaned and furrowed his brow, as if annoyed by the intrusion. "Matt?" she whispered again, but suddenly she heard Clayton's voice ringing through the air. "Camden?"She looked up, searching the perimeter of the circle for Clayton. Spotting him, her heart skipped a beat. He stood beside the circle, torn between rushing in and waiting for some kind of confirmation that the ritual was over.Camden wasted no time; she rushed to him as fast as her legs could carry her. Leaping over the salt circle, she jumped into his arms. He caught her eagerly, but his face suddenly fell as he exclaimed, "Babe! The circle!" worry etching his features. "It's fine," she said. "She broke it. There," Camden pointed behind them to a clear break in the salt before smothering him in kisses."I was so worried about you," Clayton murmured, holding her cheeks and looking into her eyes before pulling her to him in a fierce hug. "I'm here. I'm fine," she assured him
Camden sat quietly, contemplating everything she had just learned about her mate and what the implications were for her. She drained her glass of wine with a series of long, deep gulps, only to find that it had been refilled as soon as she moved her hand away from her lips. She let out a small incredulous laugh. "Okay, so quick recap here. Clayton is from a bloodline that dates back to the beginning days of werewolves, he can shift into a werewolf, in the traditional half-man, half-wolf sense, my son will also have this ability, and the whole world will want to kill them for this? Did I miss anything?" she asked, pursing her lips as she waited for Selene's response."Yes. The bloodline cannot die. The end of the Lupi Noctis bloodline will be the beginning of the end for all werewolves," Selene added gravely, her gaze piercing through the dim light of the stone circle. "Their existence is intricately tied to the balance of the natural and supernatural world. Without them, the balance w